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Skinning the Beast

Though my mother stood back at the sight

The lamb braced to the hook and raised,

Limp body, hind feet now lifted to a height.

Young child that I was, I was unfazed.

But mother just could not stand and watch

The lamb braced to the hook and raised.

As Dad yanked on the rope another notch

And wrapped the rope tight around the tree.

But mother just could not stand and watch.

So there was Dad, me and the lamb, us three,

While Dad adjusted the kill as it swung

And wrapped the rope tight around the tree.

Taunt the carcass, work moves up a rung.

Begin to skin the beast, warming a hand

While Dad adjusted the kill as it swung.

Mother simply does not understand,

That one such as me my farm skills excite.

Begin to skin the beast, warming a hand,

And Father guides me with pride and delight

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